Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Leng Yu, who wants to refresh himself with a cup of coffee, just goes downstairs and sees Luo Xiaojing's lamp still on. He pouts his little buttocks and stealthily rummages in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Xiaojing was stiff, and his back was stiff. He quickly stood upright: "I, I'm looking for instant coffee."

The light jumping in the eyes seems to shine even more than the incandescent lamp on the top of the head. Leng Yu is shaken. Don't open your face and sweep the wall clock: "don't rest?"

"The new design doesn't want me to rest."

"So you are telling me in disguise that I am too harsh on you?"

skin is not happy at all, because the God does not want to pick up the stem at all.

"No, No." She hastened to be a clever quail, never to offend the great God.

Leng Yu bent his lips: "but there is no instant coffee."

"Ah?" So she used her self-control to drive the sleepers away, "well Don't disturb the boss. "

The air field of ice cold is too strong. If you can hide, just brush up with Leng Yu and listen to him

"But you can cook it now."

God doesn't want her to make coffee. In the middle of the night, where does she go to find coffee beans.

Leng Zheng's moment, Leng Yu's long arm has already raised her head.

His chest is just a little bit close to Luo Xiaojing's soft body, which belongs to the cool taste of Lengyu and integrates into her breath strongly.

Luo Xiaojing's body is stiff again.

Involuntarily back a step, back to behind the hands happened to meet the cold Liuli stage.

A trace of coolness permeates into the texture. Luo Xiaojing takes a deep breath, and a trace of inescapable suffocation makes her frown.

Why is it that as long as the great God is closer to her, she has a feeling of dyspnea?

The cold Yu opened the cupboard on her head.

"Jamaica Blue Mountain, super Columbia and golden mantelling, which one?"

"Ah?" Luo Xiaojing recalled, "gold mantening."

She doesn't know coffee at all. She just talks about it.

"It's my taste." Leng Yu's deep voice leaped for a while, and the sealed coffee bean can with golden mantelling was taken down.

Bending up the cuffs, Leng Yu puts the weighed coffee beans into the grinder. The buzzing sound of the machine is very obvious in the kitchen late at night, but Luo Xiaojing is not disturbed by the noise at all. He always stares at Leng Yu's tall back.

I have to admit that the great God has a unique charm when he focuses on doing something.

The ground coffee powder is poured into the coffee machine, and Leng Yu's slender fingers press a switch again. While waiting, his hands are still half leaning against the flow table, and his cold face is slightly raised, coated with a thin layer of cold light by the light on his head.

The smell of coffee slowly diffused, and Leng Yu turned to liulitai: "sugar?"

Luo Xiaojing blinked with his own sweet coffee voice: "add some, thank you boss."

It's true that the God makes coffee himself.

After a while, the brewed coffee was handed to Luo Xiaojing.

Devout hands took over, she seemed to receive God's order, holding to the lips sipping, eyebrow micro can't check the frown.

"Not the taste you're used to?"

"No, it's a little hot." He talks nonsense for a reason, but Luo Xiaojing is crying in his heart how can the golden manteling with sugar be so bitter.

Leng Yu came to her with coffee in his hand.

Subconsciously opened a little distance, Luo Xiaojing and Leng Yu are the same, hand holding gold, mantening through the kitchen window looking out of the window.

No one is talking. It seems that everyone wants to enjoy the peace of this moment. There are stars shining in the dark sky. Suddenly, Luo Xiaojing has an illusion that the bright light seems to pull her out of the darkness.

Eyes involuntarily floating to the side of the God, Manning's back sweet also at this time, the aroma of coffee is still diffuse, like invisible silk thread, gently around the two winding.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Luo Xiaojing's heart suddenly missed a beat, bad, was found.

Looking down at the reflection in the coffee cup, she stammered: "I want the boss to have a look at my new hand drawing, but I think it's too late, it will delay your rest."

Work is the only way to hide the past.

"No Luo Xiaojing's tongue sticking is easy to catch by Leng Yu, and lying has to pay a price, so he decides to tell Luo Xiaojing with practical action.

"In the studio?"

Don't the gods really want to see it?

A surprise, just about to exit, Leng Yu has taken the lead out of the kitchen and stepped up the stairs.

A cup of coffee, Luo Xiaojing quickly Gudong Dong dry, too late to wash the trot to keep up.

Into the studio, Leng Yu sat in front of the workbench.

Luo Xiaojing's hand-painted drawings and horrible 3D renderings are piled on the table in a mess. She hurriedly arranges them, and then hands them to Leng Yu.He took it with a light hand. He put it on the worktable and took a glance. He was still holding coffee in his hand. When he looked at it for the second time, the coffee to his lips suddenly stopped, and the coffee cup was put aside by him.

Standing up, Leng Yu spread hand-painted pictures on the table, and his deep eyes seemed to be glued to them.

Luo Xiaojing's nervous heart is about to jump out. She knows that Leng Yu's requirements are always very high. She is afraid that Leng Yu's dissatisfaction with her design will make her whole body.

She didn't dare to miss the slightest change in her expression, but it was too difficult to guess her spirit by her expression. The frozen face didn't loosen from his staring at the full hand-painted picture, and even his thick eyelashes didn't vibrate.

"Are you sure you can carve according to the design?"

Leng Yu's cold voice suddenly rang out, Luo Xiaojing was stunned: "if there is a suitable olive stone, it should be OK."

"I don't want what should be."

She knew that Leng Yu would not leave any room for her.

"As long as I can find olivine for this design, I can carve."

"Duration?"

"45 days to..."

Leng Yu interrupted in a hurry: "if you have a sculpture team as your assistant, can you finish it in 15 days?"

"But I'm afraid..."

"I promise that what you're worried about won't happen."

So Dashen is satisfied with her design, not only satisfied, but also start carving as soon as possible?

"Pen."

Luo Xiaojing can't keep up with Leng Yu's rhythm. After half a beat, he gives Leng Yu the color lead.

With one hand on the edge of the table, Leng Yu draws on Luo Xiaojing's hand drawing with the other hand. He leans over half of his body, as if the second he sits down will delay him to revise the hand drawing.

"Have you got your 3D renderings?"

"Ah, come out."

Luo Xiaojing quickly hands the final version to Leng Yu. Leng Yu glances at it. His face is covered by a cloud.